Page 37 of The False Start (Off the Bench)

Chapter Twenty-Five

LILA

W hy is it so hot?

I feel like I’m being boiled alive. Even my skin is wet, but instead of sticking to the sheets, I’m pressed up against something hard while silk is draped over me.

I pull the soft material to me, cooling my body and sigh as I sink further into the mattress.

My eyes snap open as the memories from last night flood back. I’m most definitely in Cal’s bed. I turn my head slightly to see confirmation from the man still sleeping next to me.

He’s always been attractive but seeing how peaceful he looks like this tugs at something in my chest. A flare of heat rises inside me as I trace down his chiseled chest and washboard abs to where the sheet drapes, creating a suspicious-looking tent.

My mouth dries remembering all that specific tent pole could do.

I ease myself out of the bed and pad toward the large walk-in closet.

I run my hand along the row of suit jackets before I find what I’m looking for.

I pull down a white Oxford button-down shirt from the upper row of hangers.

I marvel at how clean his closet is as I shrug on the shirt, everything arranged by color, even if it’s only neutrals.

A few pops of blue and navy stand out as his two team colors over the years.

I leave the first few unbuttoned as I do the buttons of the shirt up quickly. Feeling like I belong in a rom-com movie, I quietly make my way back through Cal’s bedroom and into the kitchen.

I find my trench coat in a heap on the floor. I’m definitely going to replace it for Katie, because there’s no way I’ll be able to return it with a straight face. Even so, I pick it up and drape it over a bar stool at the island and turn back to face the kitchen.

Pancakes are a good start.

I start opening cabinets willy-nilly, trying to find a pan and any semblance of the ingredients needed.

Bingo . The third shelf from the left has a box of protein pancake mix. I grab milk and eggs from the fridge and get to work.

The last of the pancakes are sizzling on the stove when I hear something knock against the counter.

I whip around, spatula raised as if in self-defense, only to see Cal leaning against the counter wearing nothing but black boxer briefs.

His tousled hair is what every guy at the office imagines they’re achieving, but my eyes catch on his face—the smirk playing across his lips and the intensity in his eyes.

“Do you want pancakes?”

“I’m definitely hungry, but I don’t think pancakes are very high up on the list.”

I deflate at his words. “Oh, uhm sorry about that then. I can clean up?—”

“Oh, I’ll eat the pancakes,” he says, voice rough as he takes slow steps toward me. “It’s just not what I want first.”

I blink at him, then flush as the realization hits me.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” He’s only a foot away now.

“Is that okay? I?—”

He grabs my jaw with one hand, cutting me off before I can apologize and presses a searing kiss to my mouth, his hand squeezing lightly on the sides of my throat.

My knees buckle, and he catches me wrapping an arm behind my back.

He walks me backward out of the kitchen before guiding me onto his lap as he sinks onto the couch.

He releases my throat only to thread his fingers through my hair, fisting his hand at the back of neck.

I can’t help the whimper that escapes as I grind down onto his very hard cock, realizing the only separation between us is his boxers.

I unbutton another button of my shirt, and he groans, pushing it down off one shoulder and running his tongue along the exposed skin.

Both of his large hands come down to my hips, and I grind against him as he brings one thumb to my clit.

“Fuck, please.” I moan, dropping my head back. I slide my hands down his chest, scraping my nails lightly against the toned muscle until I reach his waistband. I ease one hand under the fabric to pull his cock free.

I grind my naked pussy over his hard length, and we groan in unison as I lubricate his cock with my arousal.

I lift myself to position him at my entrance.

“Condom,” he rasps.

“I have an IUD.” I try to impale myself, but his grip on my hips holds firm as he keeps me above him.

“Are you sure? I’m clean. We get tested every year during training camp.”

I pause. I’ve never actually been tested. He must sense my hesitation, because he continues. “Give me thirty seconds and don’t move an inch.”

He lifts me off him, gently lowering me to the other cushion before heading for his bedroom. It really is only a few seconds later when he returns, already rolling on the condom.

He pulls me up on my knees before swiping his finger through my folds.

“Good, you’re still wet.”

“It was only like ten seconds,” I laugh. He smirks at me.

“Do you want to ride my face or my cock first?”

I swallow.

“Because you’re going to be doing both.”

Something in my vocal cords isn’t working because I open my mouth to answer, but no sound comes out.

He sits in his recently vacated spot, guiding my leg over his so I’m straddling him again. With one hand on my hip and the other on his cock, he urges me down, sliding along his length until our hips are pushed flush together.

I’m so deliciously full, it nearly makes me emotional. He gives me a moment to adjust, and then he’s thrusting up into me, barely giving an ounce of control over the tempo. It’s all I can do to cling to his broad shoulders, my head falling forward into the crook of his neck.

“That’s it, love. Take my cock. Take all of it.” Each word is accompanied by an especially deep thrust, and I whine, biting down on the skin near his neck.

He slows the pace just enough to bring one thumb back to my clit.

“I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you.” The hand touching my clit moves to my wrist, dragging it down from his shoulder to the apex of my thighs and the tight bundle of nerves that lays there.

I thumb my clit slowly, making tight circles around the swollen bud. Both of his hands move to my ass, gripping it tightly and spreading my cheeks, before I feel one finger exploring the area in between, spreading my arousal and matching the circles I’m applying to my clit.

I stiffen slightly at the prodding, and his finger stills.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, voice gruff.

Do I want him to stop? I can barely keep a coherent thought. I’ve tried butt stuff with Dennis, but it always hurt, so I never cared for it. Sex with Dennis wasn’t nearly as good as it was with Cal last night, and with someone so focused on my pleasure, I trust him to stop if I say it hurts.

“No,” I gasp out. He starts slow, circling my hole once more, before one finger teases the opening.

I tense again involuntarily.

“Relax, love.” A trail of kisses down my jawline and neck follows his words, and as he sucks on the skin there, I melt into him.

“Keep playing with your clit, but don’t come until I say so.”

I let out a small whimper but resume my small circles as the pressure builds within me.

“If you come without permission, I’ll eat your cunt for so long you won’t be able to think straight for days.”

His words send me higher, even as his finger slowly enters me from behind. He pumps it in and out in time with the thrusts of his cock, and I swear to God my soul leaves my body.

“You like that?”

“Mhmm,” I moan, unable to form actual words at the moment.

He chuckles darkly.

“You like all your holes filled, don’t you? You take my cock so well though. Such a good girl taking my fingers in your ass too, aren’t you?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” I pant, still climbing higher.

“Such a good girl for not coming. Beg me, Lila. Beg to come all over my cock with my fingers in your ass.”

“Please, Cal, please.”

“Please what, love?”

“Please let me come!” I nearly scream it. I’m so fucking close I can taste it.

“Say ‘Please let me come all over your cock with your fingers in my ass, sir.’”

If I wasn’t already turned on so much that I could power a fucking nuclear power plant, that might have pushed me over the edge.

“Please Cal,” I whimper. He smirks at me, adding a second finger to the first and stretching me to the brink of pain and pleasure. “Please let me come on your cock while you finger my ass.” He looks at me, waiting. “Sir.” I breathe, my face flushing.

“Such a greedy little thing aren’t you.” He slams up into me before ordering, “Come for me, love.”

I detonate with the force of a thousand suns.

The smell of something burning is the first thing I notice when I finally float back to reality post-orgasm.

“Shit, the pancakes.” I jump up, nearly falling over immediately since my legs seem to be made of Jell-O, and half run to the stove where the last two pancakes were still cooking before Cal interrupted to introduce me to life changing sex once more.

“Fuck, hang on,” he calls from behind me.

I turn off the stove, looking sadly down at the crumbles that used to be pancakes, now resembling charcoal ashes, the ones that did survive the attempt cold and limp on a plate on the counter.

I bite my lip and glance back at Cal who’s washing his hands in the sink. “Whoops.”

He grins lazily at me. “You can burn everything you ever make, and I won’t care if you fuck me like that.”

My cheeks flush, recalling why he’s washing them so thoroughly. No one has ever talked to me the way he does in bed. I don’t know what it says about me that it turns me on so much, but it does.

He must know what I’m thinking, because he comes up behind me and spins me to face him, cupping my face with his hands.

“Did you like what we did?”

I shrug, unsure how to admit my feelings. I remember asking one of my college boyfriends to try spanking and when he seemed aghast at the suggestion, I just never brought it up again.

“Lila,” he says seriously, his eyes boring into mine. “If you didn’t, you need to tell me.”

I shake my head, and he frowns. “No, I did.”

“Are you sure?”

I nod.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about. If you enjoyed it, that’s literally all that matters.”

“Do you still respect me after saying those things?” I whisper, staring at a point over his shoulder.

“Lila, look at me.” He waits until I meet his gaze. “Of course, I still respect you. You’re one of the most impressive people I know, a little dirty talk during sex won’t ever change that.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He kisses my forehead, and I lean into him, his arms circling around me, pulling me into his chest.

“Do you want to go get breakfast? Or do you want to take your second ride of the day on my face?” He grins at me.

I can ’t help but smile back.

“Maybe food first?”

“You got it. Although I seem to remember you not having any clothes to wear. So, we can order in and kill two birds while we wait for delivery?”

“Deal.” I squeal as he picks me up over his shoulder and carries me back to the bedroom.